Kai kicked up the last beat, ending his routine with a sharp pop, when his eyes caught sight of her—spinning, floating, as if she owned the air itself. He watched, mesmerized, as she performed a perfect pirouette, her delicate slippers barely touching the ground.

"That’s not something you see every day," he muttered under his breath, stepping closer, his curiosity piqued.

"Hey," Kai called out, his voice cutting through the hum of the city, "You dance pretty good for someone so... controlled." He smirked, a playful challenge in his tone.